Word Carriers

Word Carriers

There are Word Carriers.
They carry the words from when time was new.
They are sacred songs of the Makers.
Passed from heart to heart.
They were not to be written or recorded.
But carried in the Soul.
When worthiness is seen in the Carriers of the Words;
It will come from deep inside, to lift us up past the common.
The Words come from the Earth, and the Cosmos beyond,
To be given as a Gift.
Beautiful Words come to lift the Spirit to the Stars.
Lift up, not to be written, not even to be spoken.
The Word Carriers will tell without speaking.
They will make it known.
You will know by feeling.
Dream On!

SHE has a new heart,
With a double oaken door.
A door that can open and
Close to protect what I let in.
On this door is carved the Spirit,
Of this and other Worlds.
Around HER, there has a Silver Key.
A Key to open the door wide,
To let love in and out.
This is the message SHE sends me...a message to share with you.
"Love wide open, be fierce and generous with yourself.
Fear not the mistakes.
It is better to do this than to never try".

The Path of a Spirit Warrior may not always be easy.
But, they always move ahead.
Moving at the speed of knowing.
Feeling that which is real.
Sharing that which moves the heart of another.
The smallest thing can touch a Soul that once was sleeping, but now can come alive.
Remember...Love ON!

 HAVEN'T POSTED FOR AWHILE. SO HERE GOES....
On this road I travel, let me dance the day.
Dancing the sunlight into twilight.
The dance continues until the dawning.
It is there when evening comes.
In daylight to nightfall, dancing in the shadows,
Through the meadows and woodlands.
Oh, the brightness shining the mystery of the dark.
Upon the road the moonlight shines.
Between the worlds of light and dark I travel, I dance.

I write this to all those I love and who love me.

I sit here in this place, as it become green and blossoms.

Wondering, what I can do, dream, create that which will make me whole.

I so want to be open to the possibilities that are here for us all.

I would hope that you can see your possibility.

There is more good in the world than bad.

Forgive yourself, as I try to forgive myself.

We are all part of Creation and have the potential to create even greater things, joy, love.

Throw that love and forgiveness that you find back out into the world.

There has always been troubled times-even in our times of "peace"; there have been others that have not know such times.

So sing your song, give your love, create a space that your Soul may soar.

Don't let the darkness steal your Joy.

Too many time I feel too deeply, feeling the loneliness of that place it brings me too.

I speak to loudly the words without the clarity of the intention I want to convey.
But, I keep writing and writing in an attempt to convey the truth that I feel can be real, with a hope that, that truth will take form in reality.

We get caught in the throws of beautiful words.
They are only as powerful as the acts they inspire.
They need not only to be written, but acted upon.
They must be written that is true.
But, they also must be read, to inspire to activate the love.
That love to be spread, to heal, to be felt, to change the inspired to act.
The acts that light the way in the darkest of places.

Beautiful words, LOVE UNCONDITIONAL, EMPOWERMENT, CHANGE, HEALING, TRUTH, COMFORT, ACCEPTANCE.

Feel free to add your own words.

Write On!

I had set on the back porch. I watched a hummingbird working the verbena.
I wrote this before I saw where Obama had signed the Monsanto protect act.

The Wind speaks to the trees.

It dances through the Chimes.

The Bees tell the stories.

We Believe in all beings.

We Believe in Jesus, and all the Ancient Prophets and Ancestors.

We Love the imperfections.

We have come to embrace all the mistakes made, because there are no true mistakes only lessons.

The only truth is Love.

In that Truth is a resting place.

The Sage keeps away the negative.

The Cedar brings in the positive.

The Rose holds the Love.

The Flame, the Sun burns away the refuse of Our dark thoughts.

The Smudge smoke carries Our Prayers.

It is Our choices that brings the change.

The World grinds on exceedingly small.

There is petrified grief the size of a black walnut. It resides in the chest.

It can rob you of your joy.

Petrified grief can steal your words, that express your truth.

As you struggle to liquefy your grief, it will reach out and grab to pull that grief back in.

We all grieve and that is not a bad thing. 

We must take it out and look at it, and send it away. 

Most of the time it leaves, sometimes to be replaced by new grief.

But the petrified grief remains, not wanting to be there but remains all the same.

With hope we all can find a way to disintegrate the stone, turning it to dust.

Particles that can be washed away by tears, flushed clean leaving a shiny heart.

A honey filled heart.

A heart that is open and can receive the sweetness of life.

A heart that can give that sweetness back to life.

We all live in love and hope.

I have made many plans and decisions around the "smudge pot". I study the fire and the smoke. When just burning wood and paper a smoke really comes. But when I just use the sage the smoke is so different. It swirls and curls, a gentle design. I see the energy swirling out. There is an invitation to release so much of the pain guilt and loneliness. None of this is meant to be sad or depressing, just a realization that this is a process that we all need to go through to move on. In this place I know there is joy, life and satisfaction to be experienced. So many things to do to get there.

One thing that has helped greatly is the camera, and the sweet spirit that lives here. They remind me there is a purpose for us all. When the changing energy of the world, there is a place for all things. I am coming to realize that it is the purpose of this place to show that change.

The feminine is here as well as the masculine. The one is not to overwhelm the other. There must be balance. The linear is needed for the body to survive. But, a balance is needed for the Soul to make it too. It is sometimes hard to leave this place, because this is where I feel safe. But, it is out in the world where we can make a difference, and we should "do something scary everyday". The push is to make "everyone understand" but that doesn't come quickly. So I keep searching, listening, reading and smudging for the answers. In the end I go within to sort it all out. With hope that everyone keeps "honey in the heart".

Good Ceremony last night, on the back porch.

I guess we should realize that what we do does not have to grandiose or flamboyant to have an impact.

These ceremonies I do are about intent and fulfilling that intent.

One thing that has come to pass is improvement with using the camera and the cooperation of those that I share this land with. 

A little story, so enjoy.

The Dharma bell is ringing, moved only by the breeze.

It calls us to pay attention to the stories that it brings.

The cedar stands as sentinel, as water slowly rises.

The fox squirrel roams and rambles, as the rain comes softly down.

He trys to find a dry place to clean and dry his fur.

Seems there is none to be found.

He seemed to say "just screw it" and headed to higher ground.

These words that come to me, I give to you as a gift to take or discard; but with hope that you will ponder before disallowing them as nonsense.

The Wind kisses the embers and fans the flame to remove the refuse of this modern world.

The wind and fire understands the need to cleanse the Earth of that which man has wrought.

The flame to make us human.

The flame and the wind understands that man must be cleansed of this "modern" mind.

A mind that must first "see" so the Heart can be open to be filled with "honey".

That sweetness that comes to allow the grief to feed that part of us that is dead.

The sweetness of Praise that we must give to feed our Soul.

See the openness of Now that our Soul can live to feed the Sacred part of us.

This so the World can live again.

That which will bring us all to a new life, a new world, so our children can be free.

By the beauty of our thoughts to dream the world alive again.

Feed the Spirit with these gifts

Allowing them to disintegrate back to Spirit, to feed that Spirit so it can live, so we can live.

Little things I learn from the fire... I burn papers and boxes in the chimenia on my porch-haven't burned the house down yet. It also make a wonderful smudge pot. I put in a lot of cedar this morning to attract good energy. I smudge the land and beyond. The fire was just paper this morning but I have notice the fire sometimes leaves small black pieces, not completely consuming the paper. When I place a small log or two on the fire everything is burned down to a fine ash. The wood from the land burns patiently and consistently removing what man has made and too many times back on the earth as trash.

I observe people with causes asking for money, creating more paper and asking for money to "make things right". I realize I can not contribute to all and wonder if they really are "making things right"? With this February New Moon here on the land we will "patiently and consistently" move forward to do what we can to hopefully "make things right".

Each night a fire is lit, so the Spirit may speak. The message is not always that which we want to hear but need to understand. Last night was a particularly good fire. Warm, strong and very expressive. You can see the Keeper and Guides dance. Tonight will be New Moon. The Intents are being set. Some are new and others are older but are becoming clearer. The Words are read now, but by the end of the year they are to be said "from the heart". Whew! I can be so bad at learning things. To all those I bring into the Circle, may you be well of mind and heart. We all do that small thing that we can do and hold no expectations. So in the words of my favorite "amen" ... Long Life, keep Honey in the Heart, no Evil, Thirteen Thank-Yous.

I have a new camera, been practicing on the bees. I have a couple of nice "cloud" pictures also. Bees are beautiful to me. The stories though, short are beginning to come. Also they send guidance and Goddess knows I need some.

This was a warm sunny day and they were coming for a drink of water. It looks a little grungy but they don't seem to mind. It is a chicken waterer that I put stones in so they will have something to crawl on and not drown.

One more bee story. The post man couldn't get an order I had received in the mail box. So he was bringing it back. I happened to be out at the hive and he pulled up close to the fence to give me the package. Now this is a grumpy South Georgia kind of guy. But, he was smiling saying how glad that I had bees, that he used to have them till his wife became allergic. He knew of other people who had hives in the county, some I didn't know of. But he got how important bees can be for all of us. Made my day. Gotta love the bees.

The Bees tell the story. They say not to be afraid.
Work faithfully at what you love. A passion that can be share.
You don't have to save everyone, just your self.
If you are OK with being you, and move through time and space at peace..
     The rest will be OK.
The Bees are busy, cleaning, caring for the hive, bringing water, caring for their "village".
At night they rest, knowing that they have done all they could do that day to keep everything alive.

The Spirits come to dance at night, or perhaps during the day.
They trip over the candle jars, and chew the wax away.

They lend their energy to this place, the Stones are well aware.
All is well at the Wheel, It shows the way and help us to prepare.

The Stone say "lift me up" before the Equinox.
That intention is being set. Prepare and prepare.

The Owl and the Hawks both sing during the day.
Then the Sacred Silent Night.

The Bees come to visit and tell the stories,
None are still very long.

Prepare this place for what is to come???
The picture is not yet clear.

But prepare we must.
We only have a year.

Guatemala
Guatemala
Brunette sweet and barefoot
With eyes of Atitlan and star
Who already lived in it,
Always the odd
Your body of volcano and mountain
That almost heaven reaches.
Our beloved Guatemala.

The tails of quetzal
They are your hair and therefore
They fall on their full tunic
Arco iris and symbols covering her breasts
Crescent
That you feed your people.
Our beloved Guatemala.

Fertile land which took as a gift
Of our mother nature
The cocoa and corn
To make the happy human.
Full of beautiful lakes and rivers
Where is born the weed
And they converse with the opal.
Our beloved Guatemala

They are peaceful and Atlantic legs
Formed by four intense and cults villages facing the world, multicolor light
The land I belong as a human
To give a message of love to the sister and brother
Our beloved Guatemala.

Marco Antonio Sagastume Gemmell

I had posted up something about "Guatemaya". I studious friend from back home corrected or I should say questioned my spelling. But the Mayans are working to get the spelling changed to Guatemaya because; Mexico makes a joke about nothing good comes from Guate-mala. This is a beautiful country with beautiful people, I left part of my heart there. Would go back again not as a "tourist" but with a desire to be part of "the village".

The Sleeping Trees surround a Land waiting to awake.
Waiting to bring the "World" back to life.
This place of honey, right here in the moment.
The Wind Spirit that comes here is ecstatic to know that It will help us to become human.
The Sun and Moon will shine the way.
The Water of Life in what ever form it takes; rain, tears, blood the moisture of Life will rise up to nourish the
          World.
The Spirits seen and un-seen wait to guide, to make the World live again.
The Words will speak the World alive again.
We all have a World that we can bring to life, to become human.
(The "brains" of the operation had to get in the photo) ;-)

I have no dreams at night, instead they come in the light of day. I sit quietly and they come on the Wind, I feel them in the warmth of the Sun, hear them in the hum of the Bees. I seen them in the faces of the Children.

She travels with me...this Warrior Woman. Part of the Mother who we all are part of. She is my Indigenous Soul. She brings the stories for me to tell. She translates for the Bees, who know all the stories back through time. She wants me to tell all the People that they too have an Indigenous Soul, a Warrior Spirit that needs to be heard.

I am to tell the stories only with the most beautiful words I can. That is all I am to do...those who hear, must feel what they mean to them.

She is ever changing, but always present.

The Two Hawks are here, marking the day. The Owl at night gives notice of the message as well.

The Circle ~~ the cycle is the same and always changing.

These are my true words.  Honey to you all.

Grandmother going to bed. I am in love with the moon. I had taken this with my little camera not realizing that I had not put the memory chip back in. Though it was safely on my camera, I didn't know where the USB connection was to allow me to download it. Remembering I had "thrown" several of "I won't need these cables" in my desk in the back bedroom, I took a chance. Spirit takes care of us if we are quiet and listen.

So I must remember to not be impatient, because there is sacredness in waiting. Don't over think things, pay attention to that first impression and find the "feeling" of it. Setting intentions already for the New Moon, with no expectations. I read and ruminate the words, but I look for the "feeling" of it. Experience it. Though I will continue to write, I realize some feelings and experiences can not be put into words, and there are many layers to that whole thing. Shine on Moon.